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Acting Out
by Virginia Plain

It was a clear Ohio night. Melanie sat in a lounge chair on her front lawn
and looked up at the stars. She felt serene. It was Wednesday night and
that meant it was rape night.

Since their marriage, Melanie and her husband Mike had been experimenting
in all matters sexual. They were both virgins when they met in college
seven years ago, two timid, shy people who had never explored their own
bodies nonetheless anyone else's. They consecrated their marriage not
knowing the portal of pleasure they had thrown themselves into. Mike soon
realized that his bride was a sexual dynamo. It seemed natural to her to
tie him up to their four poster bed with the somber neckties he wore to
church each Sunday.

In exploring all of Melanie's "ideas" he soon realized that she was
pleased best when they role played and he was blindfolded, hidden in a
costume, or was a stranger who forcefully made his way into their home.
She enjoyed the last one so much that they made a regular night of it and
every Wednesday night, Mike would come across her unawares and ravage her.

Both Melanie and Mike could never condone such acts. The men who used such
force to find physical comfort and power over a helpless woman was deviant
and abhorrent. Despite Melanie's love of their role play, both her and
Mike did not believe that women enjoyed the idea of rape as such men
stereotyped. Melanie herself only truly enjoyed the act because it was her
normally mild mannered and timid husband who made such hard demands of her
and forced her to do things most God fearing Christians would curse.

Melanie looked up at the stars. A chill wind was making its way across the
dark night. She folded up her lawn chair and moved across the immaculate
green suburban lawn to put the chair in the garage. Making her way to the
door that connected the garage to the house she stopped. She thought she
heard a footstep. The drum that was her heart began to beat loudly. Blood
and adrenaline pumped through her. The pink, rosy nipples of her breasts
hardened and strained themselves against the thin white cotton of her
summer dress.

It must be Mike, she thought as she stood still and motionless to see if
the sound would resume. All was quiet. An eerie golden light flooded from
the kitchen into the garage. She thought she glimpsed a shadow. She moved
towards the blue Lincoln in the garage to investigate. Suddenly, a black
gloved hand reached out and clasped her pretty pink mouth. It formed a
wide round O as she tried to let out a scream. She turned around to see
her attacker who stood dressed entirely in black with a ski mask to cover
his face and leather gloves to cover his hands. The point of a knife could
be felt at her side and the attacker rushed her into the kitchen.

Once inside, the man in black shut the door as he shoved Melanie to the
cold tile floor. She trembled, not out of fear but out of anticipation.
She longed to have Mike s large hands in those soft leather gloves groping
at her breasts. She longed to hear the sound of the knife ripping the thin
cotton.

The man in black surveyed the scene. The kitchen was spacious with a large
island in the middle. He walked around his prey who lay trembling and
panting on the floor. She was beautiful. The thin cotton of the dress did
not hide her shape. He could see the swell of her breasts, the luscious
curve of her waist as it flared out to her hips. Her hair cascaded down in
long blond waves. The thin spaghetti straps of the dress looked foreign
against her browned, tanned, skin. He focused finally on her mouth. His
eye was greeted by full sensuous lips. Still open in the wide O, the man
in black began the first of his demands.

"On your knees, bitch," he said waving the knife at her delicate throat.

His voice tonight was of a New York origin, deep, throaty and gruff. Each
Wednesday night Mike would not just assume the character and temper of a
rapist, he would use a different accent. In the last month Melanie had
been raped by an Italian Mafioso, a Bostonian, a Chinaman and a English
gentleman. She was intrigued by the gruff and tumble voice that spoke to
her now the best, although she didn t dare tell him and break the fantasy.

The man in black noted her silence.

"Not a word from that pretty mouth of yours?" He stopped in front of her.
The point of the knife was still at her throat.

"Perhaps I should give you a reason to fill it," he said.

He undid the button of his pants and made her pull down the zipper with
her teeth. Her eyes, the proud, blue eyes he saw earlier as she gazed on
the twinkling stars now darted up at him with a shame and degradation that
was straining to hide the pleasure which shone out from the crystal
turquoise orbs.

Her eyes widened as they focused on the ten inch monster that tumbled out
of his pants. Mike was blessed with a magnificent dick, long and thick
too. She had learned with the help of magazines how to suck well but she
had never been able to deep throat the thick member that kept her so
naughtily enthralled every Wednesday night.

He forced the head past her lips and she licked and sucked greedily. With
her left hand she stroked what she could not get into her mouth. She
delicately toyed with the sensitive underside of her attacker s member and
looked up with delight at the pleasure she saw in his face. With her other
hand she gently kneaded and caressed his balls. She felt she was doing
quite well when something occurred that never happened any of the other
Wednesday nights.

With a quick jerk he grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back. The
ten inches she was so attentive to popped free of her mouth. She felt
empty. She did not know what she had done. With a quick shove he forced
his dick in her mouth again but down her throat. She felt the strong power
of gagging come over her as he continued to thrust harder and harder
against the back of her throat and down but she dare not even think of it.
She tried to relax, to get her throat comfortable for the intruder which
now made its home in her throat. Letting the knife fall to the floor her
attacker grabbed her behind her ears and pushed her head forward and back
as he fucked her mouth. The action was violent. His thrusts came fast and
furious. He was too large for her. She felt as if a sword had plunged down
her throat. He had managed to get all ten inches down without her gagging.
His balls banged softly against her chin making a smacking sound at quick
tempo. She then felt the twitching that meant he was going to cum soon.
She felt the sweet waves of his cum as it flowed into her hot and sweet.
So much seemed to flow forth from him that it began to dribble out of the
sides of her mouth and onto the floor. She looked at the man in black who
stood over her. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he held on
for dear life. She couldn t believe it. Mike was so wild, so forceful. He
was lost in his own pleasure. It only made her want him more.

The man in black dropped to his knees and clambered on top of her. She
kept up the fantasy, trying to force him off. She swung out at him,
hitting the mask that hid her husband s face from her, but he was stronger
and pinned her down with his legs.

"So, my little bitch would swing out at me," he replied placing the knife
at her throat again. The point pierced her skin and a drop of blood found
its way on the tip of the blade. Melanie was not afraid, she knew Mike
would not hurt her, but she found it odd that he used a real knife and not
the normal rubber one they bought for this purpose.

"I say, I had better tie my little bitch down, lest she hurt herself." Not
moving from atop her, he reached out to the nearby table and pulled off
the blender that sat near the edge. The cord, he ripped from the body of
the appliance and tied her hands together over her head.

"No, no," she cried although she loved being tied down more than anything.

"Oh, that reminds me; we cannot have that saucy mouth crying out for
mercy." Pulling a linen napkin from the table he gagged her mouth.

"Now lets get down to some serious sex. You gave me an appetizer with that
luscious mouth in this kitchen. Now, lets see what kind of main course you
can offer."

Taking hold of her summer cotton dress, he cut the spaghetti straps. With
his hands he ripped the dress down the front revealing the tanned body
beneath.

"What a feast for my eyes. I have to tell you my sweet, little, bitch that
I like to eat with my hands and mouth."

He then grabbed Melanie's breasts. The feel of warm leather over her skin,
electrified. His mouth soon replaced his hands and his tongue flicked
mercilessly over the hard nipples. The sensation traveled through her
body. She closed her eyes as she felt the tip of the knife make its way
down her belly. She heard the ripping of fabric as he removed the last
obstacle to attaining his pleasure. The white lace panties fell away to
the floor. He threw them aside. She was completely naked as she wore no
bra underneath her dress. She felt cold against the tile floor.

She felt that gloved hand reach down and cup the soft mound wherein lay
her innermost fantasies. Parting the soft hair there, he pushed a gloved
finger in hard, which made her buckle and jump against the floor.

He laughed and shoved another finger in while using his thumb to caress
her clit. She was in ecstasies. She felt wrapped in a warm cloak of
pleasure. Then there was emptiness. He removed his fingers and brought
then to her lips. Removing the gag, he brought the gloved fingers to her
lips.

"Taste yourself, my bitch. See how wet you are. I d almost say you like
me. To that, I say you should have a reward."

He drew his lips to where his fingers had lingered and soon she was
bucking to the rhythm of his thrusts, trying to get his tongue deeper
inside her.

In her ecstasy words tearing down the fantasy ripped from her lips. "Oh,
Mike, Mike, you wicked thing "

The man in black looked up at her and she became quiet. She felt she was
about to cum when he tore his lips free from her.

She looked at him. Her eyes screwed up. Her eyebrows were arched.

She was panting. She felt cheated and she was angry.

"No, no, my love," the man in black responded. You must remember who is in
charge."

She spit at him. It was involuntary. He answered her action by slapping
her face with the back of his hand. She felt the area redden and burn. She
heard ringing in her ears. He then moved up her torso. He was hard again
and Melanie noted that she loved the feel of that long member against her
flat stomach. He had positioned himself between her breasts and with his
hands began fucking those firm round globes with his dick. As he thrusted
forward, the head of his member bobbed up to her lips and with her tongue,
Melanie licked out at it. This pleased the man in black and soon he was
cumming again. The long strings of white goo shot out all over her face,
matting her head. He then positioned himself so that the long strings fell
on her breasts. There he rubbed it in with his gloves until her breasts
glistened.

He then got up and looked at her naked body against the floor.

His cum was on the floor, at the corners of her mouth and shining on her
breasts. He walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and poured himself
a glass of water. She was wearing him out. In his hand the knife glistened
against the yellow light of kitchen lamp. He realized she would be still
with it not at her throat and he was right.

She lay there on the floor waiting to see what he would do. He sat down at
the kitchen table and looked at her. She had not yet been completely
ravaged, not to his liking.

He looked at her. "I must rest before I have my dessert. I have eaten
lightly thus far but I will soon make up for it."

Putting down the glass of water he went over to her on the floor and
picked her up by the hair. Like a caveman he dragged her over to the
island in the middle of the kitchen. Within the island was a sink, the
stove and a large rectangular area where Melanie normally prepared the
food. The man in black bent her over the island, her breasts smashed hard
against the wooden board. A steel bar ran around the island and to this in
front of her he secured her hands. Being bent over thus, she could see the
door in which they had entered. She could feel her ass spread open by the
position and she realized that the man in black was going to take
advantage of this.

"Mike, no," she cried. They had never done this before and she was scared.

"My little bitch," the man in black replied sweetly at her ear, "Don t
tell me you resist. You have pleased me well this evening. I do not wish
to become violent with you."

She was silent. He pulled her head back with a quick jerk. His
forcefulness caused a tear to run down her cheek. She looked at him. He
was hard again.

"You are such a little slut," he said forcefully. He continued to yank at
her head. "How dare you play the innocent virgin with me now."

His voice was now quiet but strained. "You enjoy all forms of pleasure.
You know that, so give yourself up to this one now."

With his hands he spread her ass wide. He loved its heart shape and the
firmness. Looking around for a lubricant he noticed a bag of potato chips
and a bowl of onion dip on the counter before him. He took off his gloves
and dipped his fingers in the cold condiment. He applied it liberally to
her hole as she whimpered in protest.
"Mike, please " she pleaded between sobs. "We had an agreement, you re
going too far, stop."

The man black only laughed. He pushed his dick in and met opposition all
the way. He jerked at Melanie's hair again.

"Relax, my sweet, little slut, my lovely bitch. Relax. You are going to
enjoy this."

With that said he pushed himself in all the way to the balls. He paused to
let the virgin area adjust. She relaxed. He then began with small thrusts.
He heard a sigh escape her. Her mouth was forming that pretty O again.

With stilted breath he said, "See my darling, you love it don t you."

She nodded her head yes. He continued his thrusts with more force, riding
her. She found herself meeting each thrust. She admitted that she loved
this new sensation. The flush of pleasure appeared and receded with every
thrust. She felt, flushed and dizzy. Her mouth open, she wished it was
filled too.

New fantasies danced through her head. The man in black pulled at her hair
with one hand as if it were a horse s reigns and hit the side of Melanie's
ass and leg as if he had a riding crop. He was thoroughly enjoying riding
her. Soon he was pulling harder and slapping quicker as he lost himself in
his ride.

"Yes, yes," she screamed.

With eyes wide open she looked at the door. The sound of a key in the lock
could be heard. Her heart quickened. She was startled and confused. The
door opened quietly. A man dressed all in black entered. The rubber knife
in his hand dropped to the floor at the scene he beheld. Removing his
mask, he cried out, "Melanie."

Melanie looked at the man and all pleasure ceased. A realization, ugly and
black seized her. She looked at her husband who stood at the door and
cried out a scream that pierced the clear Ohio night.

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